The growing grass slopes were surmounted <br />by the sky of death, by confused <br />thoughts and by a smoking moon.While taking a deep, <br />crouching breath, a greedy beast started <br />to eat the world.There <br />were incessantly blowing shadows <br />and a wind being emerged from them... <br /> <br /> <br />On a blind stitch of the night, the man was <br />following his yellow horse. <br /> <br /> <br />His outstretched hand painted <br />the horizon with gestures <br />while waiting to be filled with misery.The famine <br />driving through the naked reality became <br />the cry of this wind. Feared to see <br />and hoped to be <br /> <br />at the bottom of this unknown darkness with the levers <br />of stars threatening the horizon, the sadness <br />and the itchy confidences. <br /> <br />As a foot stone, his motionless horse <br />didn't seem to suffer.The old <br />man was talking alone. <br />about his wariness, about the depths, <br />and about the night of memories. <br /> <br />With brooding gestures, he tried to understand <br />the immensity of the unknown. <br />He pointed a vague and ignored place <br />populated by people. <br /> <br />The tabernacle wasn't accessible, <br />nor was it locked to hide a crouching god, <br />who wanted to bury his chin and his knees, <br />while he was staring his eyes off. <br /> <br /> <br />Some gusts itched the man's back, <br />This wind could grow while <br />the blown horizon constantly expanded. <br />A new dawn started to revive the dead sky <br />while huge flames were bloodying the darkness <br />without clarifying the unknown. <br /> <br /> <br />The man lit a candle.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ignored-place-dadaist-poem/
